Determined to bake her husband an apple pie to die for, she consulted several recipes to discover that a good pie was an oxymoron: cold yet hot, sweet yet a little sour, moist yet crisp. Fortunately, that very day she'd purchased a state-of-the-art Cuisinart PZ7X-L food-processor and was ready for anything. Assembly was easy. She cast apples, sugar, lemon juice, butter, flour and some water into the food-processor, then froze them in a pie-dish before baking it at 400˚F for thirty minutes. The pie worked: her loved one broke a tooth on some frozen apple then died of food poisoning.

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Flash Fiction

﻿﻿Flash fiction is very, very short fiction indeed - short stories of any sort of length from a Haiku to ten minutes' reading. Good for when you're in a hurry. This series is a selection of contributions to Friday Flash Fiction, where there's a limit of 100 words. I try to make all mine exactly 100 words.﻿﻿